This is a song about "Brief case joe"

Other niggas infatuated with rappin' nice but joe is blow,

All i know is bad bitches, i got finally famous with me though

Bored, so i'm packin' bowls / faster than the hands of an average joe

Apparentally it make you argue morethe more things you throw

Right next to the fat lady hitting high notes

I'm rockin' average joe shmoe's regular clothes

Then never touch it, like your goatee it's grown for years

Triangular relationship the case was congruence

Lookin' at me, now they know my face

Booze? i think i'll have a case

From where they praise

Buy some tickets in case

They love me cause they love an average joe

I got some woods in yellow, to the burbs im ghetto

But i could call you glass joe, asshole!

My goal is going gold with out selling my soul